Love

Don’t pray for me
I don’t need liberation
I won’t be part of your fallacy
You speak of peace
While building walls around you
So sure of something you’ll never see
You’re hollowed out
Like the words that spew right out of that crooked mouth
How can anyone believe what you say?
Eyes closed, hands raised
Praise God in payments 'cuz Heaven needs rent again
You call it love, pray for signs
Claim the truth, live a lie
You call it love that’s Heaven sent
So why is hate the only thing you’ve given?
Best on your knees
Now don’t go asking qustions
Give all control to someone lse
You best believe
If heaven’s what we make it
You dug a hole and made it hell
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New pharisees
Yet another patron saint of hypocrisy
If the verses you preach mean anything
Why does it feel like the worst ones
Are all you read?
You call it love, pray for signs
Claim the truth, live a lie
You call it love that’s Heaven sent
So why is hate the only thing you’re giving?
You call it love, say you’re saved
Own the truth, pray for chains
You call it love that’s Heaven sent
So why do you hate anything to do with it?
I bet you never had a Goddamn clue
Seems like all you do is holdout for somebody’s money
Find a way to enforce your views, and if I refuse
Then it’s into the fire for you